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In The Mind’s Eye

Originally written November 11, 2008.

Art, whether it is a painting, a photograph, a poem, a story or a song, everything we create adds to the world and the human experience. Those that endeavor to create for the sake of creating bless our world with every creation, and make the world a better place for those who embrace their creations.

Something created isn't just given to the world, it is given to you directly. It is given to you for you to do what you will with it in your mind, in your heart and in your life.

Embrace the richness of the everything people have created since the dawn of humankind. And remember, it was all created just for you.

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A homely cherub perches
On a marble ledge
Watching over an effervescent pond
Where the bull frogs are known
Only by their eyes
And the birds pause
A little longer on the shore

Reeds grow solemnly around
The willow that stretches and yawns
Its arms covered in a sweater
Of Spanish moss
Tangles of hair and yesterdays
Swaying with the wind
And a dragonfly darts
In a dance of delight

Under the tree
In the long summer grass
A boy lies dreaming
A dream awake
A life lived vicariously
In the wonders of his mind
The inertia that can only
Set in motion
The dreams of youth
The wonders of the future
And what life holds
Beyond the life known

Spurred on by the words
Written by another
Pictures painted and hung
So carefully on the wall
Creativity captured by a hand
But seen better in the mind’s eye
The intentions not of matter
But of feeling
Nay, not of the physical
But spiritual
Commanding the heart to move
Commanding the mind to dream
Commanding the passion to flow
And giving life
Oh, giving a breath taking life
To the world to have for its own

But it is here
Within an audience of one
Where a friend is found
A confidant
Offering comfort on lonely nights
Soothing the aching heart
And letting a weary mind rest
At ease with a dream
A star to reach toward
A hurt to leave behind
Tomorrows defined
Only by possibility and hope

Without this
What would a tomorrow be?
And a life lacking this
Would be more difficult to lead
Left with the stark and empty promises
Of the world that surrounds
And the bitterness of living
Without a dream
No stars at night
No clouds in the sky
A heart without a beat
Without love or desire
This
Is no life for me

Going Deep

Our society? We allow our elderly to linger in hospital beds, fed by tubes, broken and suffering, hanging on to the unraveled and frayed threads of their life. We pump them full of medicines, hook them up to machines that will breathe for them, while we sit by their side and watch them slowly fade into death. Then we drain the blood from their bodies, fill them full of chemicals and paint their faces so they look somewhat alive for a few more days so we can watch over them in death as well. In the end, their bodies are locked into a metal box and we store them away in the ground, or in a mausoleum where whatever life giving resources that might still be in them can be forever locked away, unable to provide back to the Earth and future life.

Why?

Highlight of my Month

Originally written January 24, 2009:

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J: What time do you want us in bed?

Me: Well, it's Saturday night. Not like you have school tomorrow.

J: Yeah, but it's already past nine o'clock...

Me: So? You can't stay up late and have fun once in a while? I think you can. What's wrong with that?

E: You're like.. the best dad. Ever.

Me: *melts*

That kid knows how to get his way.

Super Hero Dilemmas

Morning conversations in the car...

E: Dad, ok. So, you're a Superhero but your powers are limited. So would you rather.... be able to fly, but you can only do it from two-feet off the ground, or would you rather be able to run with lightning speed, but only for 100-feet at a time?

P: Hmm... I'd rather be able to fly. Even two-feet off the ground, it seems like it would be more useful.

E: True.

P: Besides, all that rapid starting and stopping with the running can't possibly be good for your knees.

E: HAHA!

P: Flying two-feet off the ground would be fun. It would be like luge racing everywhere!

J: Ok, would you rather have X-Ray vision but never be able to turn it off... or....

E: Hmm....

J: Hmm....

P: ...or, you can fly, but have no control over the direction you go.

J: HAHA!

E: HAHA! I wanted to go California, why am I in Paris?!

Ahhh.. we have fun.

For Where There Is Hope

Originally written September 29, 2008

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"Only Hope was left within her unbreakable house,
she remained under the lip of the jar, and did not
fly away. Before [she could], Pandora replaced the
lid of the jar. This was the will of aegis-bearing
Zeus the Cloudgatherer."

-- Hesiod, "Works and Days"

It is said this is what keeps mankind alive - hope.

In the fable of Pandora, she opens the jar (box) and releases all the ills upon the world and upon human kind, but hope is the last thing left in the jar. Hope...

...yet hope, and the act of hoping, is a concept I consciously try to avoid in my life. I learned long ago, hope is not enough. Hope is never enough.

If I only have hope, I don't have control.

Control is what I need to take my life into my hands. Effort and perseverance will help me achieve my dreams, not hope.

I'll leave hope locked away in the jar... I have to get back to work.

Kayaking in the Buff

Yelp took the events to a new level last week, literally. A kayak tour up the Buffalo river and a tour of Silo City, where heady entrepreneurs are creating a rock climbing gym out of the abandoned man-made mountains of concrete and steel in what used to be the Great Lakes' busiest agriculture product distribution centers.

These monoliths of a time and economy long past still stand. Honestly, they're built more solidly than most fortresses - it would probably require more to take them down than do something with them standing.

And this is what someone is doing with one of them: the world's most unique exercise facility. The tallest rock climbing walls anywhere in the world. Rappelling, training, kayaking - all part of the revitalization of a waterfront once squandered.

Something Old, Something New

This isn't a writing from the past, but a recollection of a time past. This might help some of you learn a bit more about what makes me tick; about what makes me seek what I seek from life.

And I'm throwing in some music, too.

A Story From My Past.

I always knew I wanted to travel. Even as a child, I wanted to go places. I can remember looking at images of far away places on our Earth and day dreaming about being there. What it must be like, what the people do, what foods they eat; really, everything about experiencing a place. Someone recently asked me where I would most want to travel to, and my answer was, “Saturn.” Yeah, I know I can’t LAND on the planet, but I want to see it with my own eyes, up close.

Or at least from a few hundred thousand miles away.

In my early professional career I only had two opportunities to travel for work. Both were into the New England area for customer visits and workshops. I flew to Boston for one visit and rented a car, the other trip was in the dead of winter to Concord, New Hampshire. I insisted I take my truck – big, four-wheel drive – I’m glad I did. An ice storm hit while I was there. The town very much came to a grinding halt, but I kept on with my schedule.

That is what I do. When the going gets rough, I keep going. Similarly, I was stuck in Louisville in an ice storm in the winter of 2009. The streets were closed, and not plowed. I couldn’t even get my car from the hotel parking ramp. I grabbed my gear and made the fourteen block trek through knee deep ice and slush to get to the hospital I had to work at. I walked in the door and they asked me why I was there and how I got there. I said, “I walked, and I’m here to do my job.” I put in a twelve hour day and hiked back to the hotel.

But that was another time...

It was Sunday, December 2, 2001, just into the afternoon. I was settling into my customary spot in a chair in front of the television to watch the Patriots vs. the Jets. Knowing the Bills were playing in San Francisco later that afternoon and the game would most likely be a disaster, I was looking forward to a game that had relevance to the playoff race. The game was just getting underway when the phone rang.

Isn’t that always what happens? Just as the game starts, someone calls. Grudgingly I answered it. I was surprised to hear the voice of a friend and colleague from Florida, David. He was calling to offer me a job. At that point I was in the process of exiting a contract and David and I had discussed opportunities with his company previously, but he just wasn’t sure where I would fit. Until this moment.

His company was a network installer and contractor for AT&T Broadband. AT&T was in the process of purchasing Excite Broadband when a bankruptcy judge sped up the transaction and told AT&T they had only a certain number of days to get the services merged, converted and working. So David asked me if I would be interested in coming on board to help him with these network conversions. Of course I said I would be happy to.

He asked me if I would be willing to travel for a week, maybe more, in order to do on-site work.

I responded, absolutely. That would be great.

He said he was glad I was on-board. A ticket to Dallas-Fort Worth would be waiting for me at Buffalo International; my flight was at 4PM.

That day.

I had less than 3 hours to pack, shower and get on a plane.

And there it started: my absolute love affair with traveling, being on the road, being on the go and always being under the gun.

I remember being a bit nervous about the flight. Only three months past the events of 9/11/2001, security at the airport was tight, people were on edge, the airline industry was still suffering the affects of a new distrust of airline travel and airport security made the entire process less than pleasurable.

Now, I’m the kind of person that walks through life playing out all kinds of scenarios in my head.

What if the guy with the golf bag is a terrorist and the bag is full of guns?

What if someone comes bursting out of that service entrance with an Uzi?

What if that umbrella is a spear-gun?

What if that old woman has a switch-blade in her babushka?

I’m always looking for the counter attack, the move to survive until I can turn the tables, where to dive, where to hide, what I can use as a combative weapon.

Yes, my life is always a lot more interesting in my own mind. This is why I need a soundtrack playing everywhere I go.

But since 9/11 was so fresh in mind, my paranoia was on overdrive. The entire trip to DFW was a stressful, nerve wracking experience.

Once in Dallas, I had instructions to go to Budget Rental and there would be a white pick-up truck waiting for me. David was very specific to only accept a white pick-up truck. Since we were cable contractors, we had to look the part. Not that we would be hauling ladders, or needed a flashing yellow light to stop on the side of the road; it was more for appearance sake so when we got to job sites there were less reasons to question who we actually were.

I met David and other technicians in the hotel lobby after checking in. David gave us all contractor shirts we needed to wear for the week and we discussed strategies. He paired me up with Phil, his VP of operations being pulled into field duty for the size of this job. There were two other teams to cover the Dallas-Fort Worth area, and teams in Denver. It was quite the operation.

Phil and I grabbed a map and a list of customer accounts. Yes, this was before the days of having GPS units and Google Maps, so we did it the old-fashioned way: a road map from Triple-A, looking up addresses and plotting routes over cold beers and bar food.

The next day we were up at 6AM and on the road. I drove, Phil navigated. We had our maps, and we started the process of visiting customers, introducing ourselves, connecting to routers, testing line signals, programming network addresses and security settings, and replacing routers if required. Good times!

Halfway through our day, we decided to stop at a Hooters for lunch. Hey, it’s what guys do. Although I hadn’t really eaten at a Hooters up to that point in my life, after perusing the menu I settled on the chicken Philly cheese-steak sandwich. Seemed like a safe bet, and if you know my stories, you know this became a late-night travel staple for me. Phil got a fish sandwich. When he ordered it, I think I said, “Fish? Really? At Hooters?” He insisted it would be alright, tartar sauce and all.

The next morning, Phil didn’t meet me in the lobby. I went to his room to see if he was awake. I was greeted by Phil, looking like he had just been beaten by the ugly stick and his room reeked of vomit. I returned to the tech teams and David was worried I would be out on my own – a safety consideration. I told him I would be fine and would call him if I needed help with anything. So I set out for the day, and what would be the rest of the week, on my own with no navigator, in an unfamiliar city, no one to bounce technical questions off of – I had to do it all. I had to be there for myself. I had never really been in that situation before…

…and I loved it.

I had thought ahead and brought a wallet of CD’s with me. I put in Big Wreck, In Loving Memory Of, a CD I had just purchased and wanted to get to know better. Still, to this day, when I listen to this CD it reminds me of this trip.

The rest of the week went well. We didn’t have an expense budget on meals, but I rarely ate, opting instead to work long days and cover as much ground as I could. I completed far above the expected number of customer calls and exceeded the expectations of the job.

That’s what I do when I am doing work I enjoy, and get to call my own shots.

Not that the whole week went smoothly. I locked my keys in my truck one day, and lost hours waiting for Triple-A. I lost my Discover card at a Best Buy getting something I needed and lost time trying to track-down and ultimately canceling my lost card. The things that happen on your first roll-outs on the road. Situations I made sure to avoid in the future when I traveled more extensively.

We closed out the week at DFW discussing everything that went on and how to do it better next time. Ultimately, David’s business went under just a few months down the road. I only worked for him for about six months. The experience I gained is what allowed me to launch Aspire Technology Solutions, become successful in what I did with my own company – especially the work with our subcontract, traveling the world, providing technical services and project management. I have that opportunity to thank for buoying my success initially.

Life is made up of a lot of experiencing building upon each other. We learn, we live, we learn more. Each experience becomes a lesson, if we learn from them.

I’m still learning. Every day. Still learning.

Enjoy the song I included. If you don’t know Big Wreck, get to know them. Great band. Take in new music, enjoy art, and revel in the diversity of human kind….

The Worlds Most Beautiful Eternal Flame

This article was featured in Yahoo News, from LiveScience.com.

My flame making science headlines!

See the full article with credits here.

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Nestled behind a waterfall in western New York state is an eternal flame whose beauty is only surpassed by its mystery. It is one of a few hundred "natural" eternal flames around the world, fed by gas seeping to the Earth's surface from underground, said Arndt Schimmelmann, a researcher at Indiana University in Bloomington, Ind.

But even within this rarefied group, this flame is special. Perhaps lit by Native Americans hundreds or thousands of years ago, it is fed by a new type of geologic process that hasn't been recorded before in nature, Schimmelmann told OurAmazingPlanet.

Typically, this type of gas is thought to come from deeply submerged, ancient and extremely hot deposits of shale, a kind of rock. Temperatures have to be near the boiling point of water or hotter to break down the large carbon molecules in shale and create smaller molecules of natural gas, Schimmelmann explained.

A curiosity "nobody believed in"

In this case, though, the rocks that feed the flame are only warm — "like a cup of tea" — as well as geologically younger than expected, and shallow, Schimmelmann said. Those findings suggest the gas is being produced by a different process, whereby some sort of catalyst is creating gas from organic molecules in the shale, he said.

"This mechanism has been proposed for many years, but it was a curiosity that nobody believed in," Schimmelmann said. "We think there's a different pathway of gas generation in this location and that there probably is elsewhere as well." If that's true, and gas is naturally produced this way in other locations, "we have much more shale-gas resources than we thought," he added.

Originally, Schimmelmann and his colleague Maria Mastalerz, of the Indiana Geological Survey, were tasked by the U.S. Department of Energy to estimate the total amount of methane that seeps out of the ground in parts of the eastern United States. To help, they recruited Giuseppe Etiope, a researcher at the National Institute of Geophysics and Volcanology in Italy, and world expert on natural gas seeps and eternal flames, Schimmelmann said.

A flame eternal

Etiope guided the researchers to the aforementioned eternal flame in Chestnut Ridge Park in western New York, calling it "the most beautiful in the world," Schimmelmann said. They also looked at a "permanently burning pit" in Cook Forest State Park in northwestern Pennsylvania, although this eternal flame is not as special because it’s supplied by an old gas well, Schimmelmann said. The team reported their findings on the New York eternal flame in a study published in the May issue of the journal Marine and Petroleum Geology.

Their results were consistent with estimates that about 30 percent of all methane emitted worldwide comes from natural sources such as these gas seeps. When possible, it can actually be beneficial to set fire to these gas seeps to create "eternal flames." Fire converts methane to carbon dioxide, which traps about 20 times less heat than methane in the atmosphere, Mastalerz told OurAmazingPlanet.

However, "macro seeps" that can be lit and form eternal flames remain rare. In most cases, gas percolates through soil — where methane-eating bacteria convert it into carbon dioxide, Schimmelmann said — or it comes out in a location that can't sustain combustion. In the case of the New York flame, gas percolates in a naturally hollowed-out chamber, where the flame flickers eternally.

The New York gas seep also features the highest concentration of ethane and propane of any seep in the world, according to the study.